Vừa Nghe Đã Òa Khóc: NGƯỜI ĐÀN BÀ KHỐN KHỔ...Nghe truyện mà quặn thắt lòng | Lúa Vàng

Hello everyone who has come to the Golden Cage. In tonight's story, we would like to send you a short story. Without you, my mother and I still live well. A touching, meaningful story, full of each sentence, each word. Through the voice of the wine, I would like to invite you to enjoy it with us. In front of my mother, I begged my father to stay with my mother. My father held my mother's hand very tightly. My mother fell backwards to the back. My father turned around and glanced at me once, then took the suitcase and walked out of the hole. In the end, both of my mother's efforts were in vain. My father still decided to follow the woman he had been through for several months. A few months later, my mother received a letter from the court to settle the divorce case sent by my father. It was a cold winter. The day before my mother and father went to court, my mother did not sleep all night. Even though I knew I would not be able to hold my father, my mother still cried a lot. Lying next to her, I just closed my eyes. Hearing my mother's sobbing, my heart ached like a rock. At that time, I really wanted to wake up and find the man I called my father, to hold him and take him home with my mother. But I couldn't do that because of my mother. My mother said, If my father no longer loved my mother, he would not live with my mother, and my parents would not be happy. My mother said, No matter what my father is like, he is still the one who gave birth to me. I walked to the court on a rocky road, facing the wind in the cold wind. My mother nodded when I asked my mother for the last time if she agreed to divorce my father. My mother did not need my father's support, did not accept any of my parents' property, which my mother paid for over the years. When I stepped out of that door, my father and my mother would be two strangers who no longer knew each other. I remember when I walked through the court, I held my father's hand and pulled it back. My father turned to look at me for a moment, pulled his hand out, and went straight towards the woman waiting outside. When my mother came home, she asked for a small piece of land from her grandmother to temporarily keep the house full of plants. I gradually grew up and needed to cover the cost of studying. My mother was the only one who did not have enough salary for me to eat and study. My mother asked for an extra night to sweep the streets. Every morning, she got up early to cook for me, took me to school, and then went to the company to work. When I got home, my mother cooked rice and water, told me to stay at home carefully, and then hurriedly on an old bicycle to go to work. Looking at my mother getting more and more weak, my heart was like a thousand knives. I asked my mother to go with me to school on the weekend. At first, my mother did not agree, but I kept going. So my mother agreed to let me push the bike with my mother on Saturdays every week. Pushing the bike behind my mother, I realized many things behind my mother's work that I did not know. People on the street seem to despise people like my mother. When I was begging, some young men shouted at my mother, making my mother angry. Sometimes, when my mother was done cleaning, some people sat in the house and threw garbage bags. Sometimes, people in the car took garbage bags and threw them at my mother. My mother still gave up everything to try to make money for me. The bike was getting heavier, as if the heavy weight of my mother's life was slowly slipping by every day. Every weekend, I was seen looking at my mother's shadow at night with the sound of thunder on the street. The sound of the street lights made my mother more visible at night. The cold season or the hot summer sun did not bother my mother. Our lives were less difficult, but in return, my mother looked fatter, greener than before. This summer break, I was pushed the bike with my mother every day. Walking through the park, I saw my mother standing still, looking at something from the other side of the road. Running back to my mother, I saw my father and his girlfriend holding hands for the boy to practice. I saw my mother's tears fall, and my nose was itchy. I don't know why I ran to the side of the road, standing in front of my father. My father and I looked at each other like strangers. I looked down at the boy holding his father's hand. Look at him, then look at me like two people in two different worlds. He was dressed nicely, and I was wearing an old, worn-out working uniform. I realized why my father left my mother to go after that woman. Without saying a word, I slowly, slowly ran to where my mother was waiting. My mother hugged me, pulling my long, curly hair in the dark. My mother continued to sweep, and I turned around to let the car go. I don't know if my father saw my mother or my son on the other side of the road. But I realized that my mother's whispers were no longer light as they used to be, but heavy. I realized the pain that my mother was trying to hide so that her tears wouldn't flow. The next day, my father came to my mother. He gave my mother an envelope with no idea how much money was in it. But I heard my father say to my mother, Take it and take care of the boy. Don't go to work cleaning anymore. Others will not like it. My mother said again, How can it not be good? Is there anything wrong with that job? Are you ashamed to know that my mother does this job? My father hurriedly threw the envelope on the table and was about to leave. I ran back, took the envelope and ran after my father. Take it. For years without you, my mother and I have been living well. If you feel ashamed because of a son like me, you don't need to accept me as your son. From now on, I won't accept you as my father, okay? My father slapped me very hard, saying, I lost my temper. My mother ran out, hugged me in her heart and chased my father home. My hands still held tightly to my father's wallet. Tears flowed and my heart was broken. Gradually, the lives of the two mothers were more stable. From that day, my mother did not mention my father in front of me. I just tried to study hard to make my mother happy. Also from that day, my father did not come back to look for my mother and son. Ten years later, I went to college. My mother still gave me a candle every night for me to study. I chose a school in the province to be close to my mother. Every time someone asked me about my mother, I was very proud. I answered that my mother was a worker and did the laundry. On the streets, the picture of my mother and son is still vivid in the dark. My mother is not the same as before. My mother's face has a lot of wrinkles, black and gray skin, dyed hair. But for me, my mother is still a precious asset that I cannot exchange for any precious asset. It's been so long, but sometimes I wake up and still hear my mother's voice at night. I really hate my father because he betrayed my mother's loyalty to him. I hate my father for running after the rich to leave my mother and son. I hate my father because for more than ten years, my father did not visit my mother. Life has been a long time, I no longer have the idea that I have a father. I just need my mother's hand to hold me tight when I'm sick, every hardship that I have to face. Today, I received a full scholarship. My mother was happy to ask for a day off for me. I chose to buy two beautiful dresses for my mother and son. Holding my mother's hand, I went through long roads, but my mother and son's labor work still went through every night. My mother held my hand tight as if I were still young. My mother said, Mom is happy because of me. Mom is proud of me. Mom just needs me by her side. My mother said, I realized that my mother's body was getting smaller and smaller. My mother's flesh and blood was exhausted because of me. Many times I told my mother to quit her job, but she didn't agree. She said she needed money to take care of my future. Then when I got married, when my mother was old, she couldn't do anything anymore. At times like that, I could only hug my mother and cry. My mother said, Now that I don't have a loud voice, my mother will be very sad. She has become a close friend of my mother. The day I left school, my mother brought a bouquet of flowers to the school to give to me. All my friends came to visit my mother. They comforted my mother. My mother's daughter's whole life has sacrificed for me. There were many people who came to my mother, but my mother refused them all. My mother said she only needed me. I applied for a job abroad. The job was also stable. It was time for my mother to rest. But my mother was worried, so she stayed up all night with a bamboo basket. That day was a rainy day. My mother said I was at home. My mother took a day off today, so I didn't need to help my mother. The phone rang. A strange man spoke. He said my mother had an accident and had to go to the hospital. I didn't hear anything. I screamed like I was flying to the hospital. On my mother's body, red blood soaked the wet clothes. The doctor saw me, shook his head, told me to go in and say the last words to my mother. The sky and the ground were falling. I screamed to hug my mother, but I cried desperately. My mother was embarrassed. She took the key to the closet in her pocket. My mother always brought it with her. My mother's voice sighed. Please keep the body guard. Give the body guard back to your father. And tell him. My mother never hated him. My mother's voice, even if it's near the blue sky, my mother still left me forever. A week later, my mother left me. The house is small now, I'm alone with my life. I opened my mother's wooden box, standing in an old iron suitcase. 15 years ago, my father gave it to my mother. There was no scratch on it. My mother's savings were left for me. Holding those things in my heart, I was like a dead man in the middle of my life. In fact, my mother never used the money my father gave to my mother and my son. My mother tried to use the money with my mother's sweat and blood to raise me up to become a person. Tears fell instead of each other. I ran to my mother's altar. I knelt down, only crying, but calling two voices. Mom! I woke up in the middle of the night, alone with the darkness. Every night, I dreamed of my mother's shadow coming to my side. I dreamed of my mother singing to put me to sleep. That day, 100 days before my mother's death, my father came to the altar. It's been almost 15 years since I last saw my father. I saw my father looking at my mother's grave for a long time, then he turned to me. What are you going to do? Are you going to live alone like this? I just silently looked at my father like an enemy. I hate my father for pushing my mother and my son into this situation today. I kept silent in front of my father. That afternoon, he stayed with me, but I couldn't say a word to him. When he came home, I called him back. Wait! My mother asked me to send this to you. For 15 years, my mother has not picked it up. At that time, my mother took it because she was afraid that she would need it to take care of me. But luckily, I'm still healthy now. I would like to send this money back to you. At that time, I saw my father's trembling hands take out the envelope from me. My father wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. My father turned away. My mother also told me to tell him that my mother never hated him. My mother is so stupid. My mother doesn't hate him. My mother loves him very much. I still often hear my mother crying at night because of him. As for me, I hate him to the bone. I can't forgive him. But anyway, I thank him for pushing my mother into this situation, pushing me into being a daughter without a father, without a mother. Thank you for giving my mother the strength to live to this day. I don't know why I cried to my father at that time, even though I really wanted to run back to hug my father, but I couldn't because of the pain I had just experienced. My father didn't come back. He bowed his head in silence and wandered in the afternoon light. Today is my birthday. Every year, my mother takes a day off to celebrate my birthday. Although there are no gifts, the delicious meals on my birthday make me feel warm. Wandering alone along the street, I heard the sound of the night of the street sweeper cleaning the street in front of me. The image of my mother also wandered in the night, appearing in me. Tears couldn't help but fall down the street. Since the day my mother died, every night I walked along the streets to find the image of my mother. The pain was so great that I lost my direction in life. Friends, colleagues encouraged me to hold on to worry about the future ahead. But every night, I followed the sound of the night to find the image of my mother that I have loved and adored all my life. Five years later, I have a family of my own with a husband and a one-year-old daughter. My husband loves me very much and my daughter is a good girl. Maybe this is the gift my mother gave me. Every year, on my birthday, I don't need a birthday cake, I don't need a candle, I just need to hold my husband and my daughter and walk on the streets where my childhood was full of my mother's voice. Dear friends, I hope you will learn something from each video and each story. Thank you for watching. Goodbye and see you again in the next videos.